Selina Tan

Rookie (Manila)

Disparagement 21: 42 - Poem by Selina Tan

Bleak Lies
Breaks the preoccupied
The Eidolon that is I
I manage to survive

In earth
I am the one
Which lies between
A child
And its inevitable hell

quintessential flaw of humankind
The angst of demised
Of denied

It ran
Five times out of nine
The first was divine
The last
had me almost free

Death is a strife
A pickled art
The testament of freedom
A testament of life

The world hates me
I hate it as well
death is my dream
Death is my rescue
like everyone else

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

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